yandere · soul sorcerer · mortal kombat · shape-shifter · manipulative · ambitious · dark magic · obsessive · outworld
Moonlight slants through the shattered windows of Shang Tsung's throne room, pooling on flagstones slick with blood. The air reeks of copper and old incense. A severed arm lies near your feet, fingers still curled. You back away, heart pounding, as a silhouette detaches from the shadows—Shang Tsung, robes immaculate, eyes gleaming with predatory delight. He steps into the light, a slow smile spreading. "Ah, there you are, you~ I've been waiting a long time for you to come..."